Yuan Xi was originally outnumbered, and this game was once considered a one-sided massacre, but what he didn't expect was that Zhao Yun was so powerful that he was so powerful that he was shocked.

Zhao Yun's moves are understated and unpretentious, but every move is so powerful and full of extreme destructive power.

I wanted to use the cavalry behind me to deliberately embarrass Zhao Yun, but these impacts, which were no different from suicide, really turned into suicide in Zhao Yun's eyes, and even a few zhang away, he was shocked by Zhao Yun's anger and dismounted.

Yuan Xi and Wen Lianggong stood on both sides of Zhao Yun respectively, showing a three-legged momentum, and the two complemented each other, forming a huge aura, like an invisible light net, surrounding Zhao Yun in the middle.

This place is far away from the village, and the mountains are high and dense, and if you don't notice it in advance, no one will come to the rescue, or if you shout loudly, it is really a good place to kill people.

Yuan Xi, who took advantage of the time and place, slowly drew his sword, not only the scabbard of the blood-drinking sword was red, but the sword body was also extremely red.

A leaf fell to the ground, Yuan Xi finally made a move, as the future master of Jizhou who was decisive in killing, the most taboo thing was to kill people and drag mud and water, and in fact he did the same.

Yuan Xi's swordsmanship seems to be born out of the knife technique, Ling Yan is agile, every move is a killing move, there is no fancy skills at all, and he rushed to Zhao Yun's head again and again.

The most feared thing should be the blood-drinking sword in his hand, which is red in his hand, which is similar to the Yajiao gun, Zhao Yun's martial arts cultivation cannot be underestimated, but Yuan Xi's advantage is that Zhao Yun has been poisoned by the snow-white falcon.

Wen Lianggong on the side was eyeing Zhao Yun's moves, as long as he had the slightest flaw, Wen Lianggong would take advantage of the weakness and let Zhao Yun suffer from the enemy at that time, and he would be caught off guard.

Yuan Xi walked the sword chic, and said that his swordsmanship was unrivaled in Jizhou City, and when I saw it today, it seemed that the rumors were true, and every move and style were so powerful and vigorous.

Zhao Yun's moves are still decent, he has been cautious for more than ten years, he can't capsize in such a small fight, he is not afraid of death, but his reputation will be greatly affected, in Xiahou Qingyi's heart, he undoubtedly wants to make him the man who is as perfect as jasper.

The two of them fought against each other for more than ten rounds, and although each time Zhao Yun's strength was reduced by a few points due to the spread of poison, he did not fall behind in front of Yuan Xi's blood-drinking sword.

Fists and fists met, and the two of them were surrounded by a strong wind, and they quickly withdrew from the battle group, Yuan Xi spat and said with a smile: "Zhao Zilong, Lao Tzu has traveled hundreds of miles to kill you, you must die for me today!" ”

Although Yuan Xi was born in the Yuan family, which is as rich as the royal family, he was born obedient, and compared to the two brothers who were not angry, what he relied on was undoubtedly hard power.

With the blood-drinking sword in his hand, Yuan Xi already has some prestige in the hearts of the military and people in Jizhou, and even in front of the soldiers and civilians, he shows the demeanor of a good general through the ages, such a shameless and difficult character, in order to buy people's hearts, he actually reined in his own personality, what else can't he do?

"I heard that your wife is beautiful?" At the moment of life and death, Zhao Yun smiled fiercely and quipped.

Yuan Xi exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and when he heard Zhao Yun mention Zhen Mi, not only was he not angry, but said with a smile: "My son's wife naturally has nothing to say, but even if you have a light heart, you must not have this opportunity, Zhao Yun, I feel sorry for you, if you don't fall for the poison of the snow-white falcon, all of us will not be able to beat you together, but blame you for being too arrogant, you would never have thought that you would lose at the hands of a brute, right?" ”

Zhao Yun stretched out his thumb and praised: "Yuan Gongzi's words are right, I did lose at the hands of a brute!" ”

Yuan Xi knew that Zhao Yun was secretly mocking him, but he was still not angry, Wen Lianggong on the side was a little helpless, this young man's aura was too strong, at a young age, he seemed to have crushed himself at the peak of his time, if he continued to cultivate with this son, the number one martial arts leader in the world in the future would be born between this son and Lu Bu.

Yuan Xi stretched out his finger and flicked the blood-drinking sword in his hand, waiting for the poison to go deeper, so that their chances of victory would be greater.

In today's battle, if Zhao Yun wants to get out alive, it is simply a fantasy, the feeling before death is very subtle and interesting, Yuan Xi simply chatted with Zhao Yun, "Zhao Yun, I heard that you seem to have a fiancée in Yingchuan, I must have heard of my son's debauchery, don't worry, after you leave, I will treat her well!" ”

The white-bearded old man smiled and nodded, the little master has no patience for other things, but he has a soft spot for women, and the research is called a drop of water stone to wear, which girl has many tricks, which girl's tongue is sweet, it is enough to write a book of martial arts cheats.

Zhao Yun also didn't care, holding the handle of the gun in his right hand, dragging the Yajiao gun slowly, and said indifferently: "Even if you kill me today, you can't get your wish, Wen Ruo will take care of him on my behalf!" ”

Yuan Xi smiled coldly, and the blood-drinking sword raised a trace of blood out of thin air.

There was another roar of an eagle in the sky, the first time Zhao Yun suffered a loss, he didn't dare to be careless in the enemy, shook his head, and stabbed his spear into the sky, and the snow-white falcon burst in the air, blood like rain.

Lao Tzu is not afraid of thousands of troops and horses with a sharp corner gun in his hand, so why is he afraid of a young eagle who does not know whether to live or die?

The white-bearded old man no longer endured, he simply made a move, and the three of them fought together like lightning, Zhao Yun's skills were more than several times slower than before he was poisoned, and he was stabbed by Yuan Xi several times, and he retreated step by step.

When the blood-drinking sword in Yuan Xi's hand and the short knife in the old man's hand flew towards Zhao Yun together, his heart was completely cold, and the two blades were staggered like a touch of cold, although Zhao Yun had the "Seven Flashes" body protection qi, he was still shocked back a few steps.

The white-bearded old man sneered in his heart, Zhao Yun's rout had long been expected by him, but more than an hour after this son was poisoned, he was still at the peak of martial arts, which was already the limit of martial arts scholars.

Zhao Yun squatted on the ground, blood kept vomiting out of his mouth, the white clothes on his body were already soaked in bright red, and the impeccable marksmanship still couldn't withstand the viciousness of people's hearts, and when he was dying, he remembered her.

I remembered her childish appearance.

I remembered her reluctance every time she kissed herself.

remembered the embarrassing situation when she was angry and chased after her all over the street.

and her cute and unforgettable name - Xiahou Qingyi!